Chapter 8

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Connor and Arno were at Boston.

"Be safe, Arno." Connor said.

"You too, by the way, how old are you?" Arno said

"Thirty-eight"

"Really?! I'm Twenty-Six!"

"So during the Revolution here you are eight?"

"That was the age that my father was killed."

"I have many loved ones who died, my mother, my friend, Achilles then my father."

"Well, My father, my stepfather and the woman I love."

Suddenly the captain approached Arno.

"It is time to go my friend." The captain said.

"Well, goodbye Connor, I may meet you another time." Arno said.

"Take care, Arno." Connor said.

Arno set sail back to France.

Days Later...

"How's it going, Captain?" Arno asked.

"Frankly I cannot find any storm at sight! They said that a storm will come around here!" The Captain replied.

"It's just the clouds I guess, maybe they should see the sky carefully"

"Not a single bird I heard near France's waters."

"They said a storm is coming, why near France?"

"I don't know, but look! We have arrived!"

"Thank Goodness we arrived."

Arno walked through the streets, everything was empty.

"Great! is this a rumor of a storm?! I heard it before!!" Arno shouted.

Lightning struck directly at a tree, Arno was shocked.

"Never mind." Arno said.

Rained poured through the clouds directly into France.

"I must go to the Assassin Hideout."

Arno went into the Cafe, there was a door leading to the assassin hideout.

Arno barged in breathing heavily and soaking wet.

"Thank the angels in heaven! you're alive!" someone from the Assassin council said.

Arno collapsed.

"Quickly! take his robes and dry it!" he continued.

Arno woke up, he saw the mist after the storm.

"I made it?" Arno said.

"Yes you did, and look, the council regretted removing you from the brotherhood because Bellec was the one who poisoned Mirabeau and you are afraid to report it to us because we might accuse Élise instead of Bellec." A fellow Assassin said.

"Well, no more man that calls me pisspot"

"Take some rest, brother. The council will ask your experience in America tomorrow."

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